An animalistic growl sounds low in my throat. My eyes travel up her body. While appreciating every curve, I stroke myself. Ava’s tongue pokes out of her mouth, sweeping across her bottom lip as she watches me, like she’s starving. I step toward the bed and slowly moved up her body, watching her chest rise and fall.
I slide my hand from her smooth belly to her breasts, and she shivers from my touch. Her skin is warm and soft. Her hand moves between us, and she grips my cock, gliding it between her folds and onto her clit. My eyes roll back.
Thank fuck for no condoms—but only with her have I never worn one.
Gripping her hips, I position myself at her entrance, then press inside inch by aching inch. Our gazes lock, and the intimate connection is intense. I lean down and my mouth finds hers again, my tongue sinking inside her mouth. When her legs wrap around me, I rock my hips, thrusting in and out, slowly at first. There’s a pinch of pain in my back from her nails sinking in.
Breaking the kiss, I look down. Her eyelashes flutter as she writhes underneath me.
“Harder,” she begs, digging her heels into my ass.
I slam my hips against hers, releasing a cry of pleasure from her throat. Sweat drips from my skin as her muscles tighten around me. Her moans get louder as my pace gets faster. My dick pulses with the need to come.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit. She jerks when I press harder. Ava’s teetering on the edge, but I didn’t wait for her to come. Instead, I keep pounding into her, and she explodes like a goddess, screaming my name. I thrust two more times and follow her over the edge.
* * *
I jolt awake.My eyes shoot open as I gasp for air. I rub my eyes. The room is dark. Ava stirs in my arms. “Shhh,” I whisper, and she snuggles in, falling back asleep.
The nightmare I just had, of Beau taking her, was one of the worst I’ve had. It used to be the flashbacks of war that haunted me every night. The screams of men, the explosions, the gunshots. It never ended until Ava spent the night in my bed and silenced those demons. But now that there’s a potential threat to her life, those nightmares have changed to losing her.
Most of the men have PTSD, but that’s the consequences we bear from going to war. I’ll never regret going because of my brothers I have saved and protected and the targets I’ve eliminated to protect our country, like I’ll never regret protecting Ava.
I lean in closer to her, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent, listening to her breathing. She’s with me, and she’s safe. This powerful pull urges me to go into sniper mode and hunt Beau down, but I can’t bring myself to leave her side.
THIRTEEN
THE PERFECT STORM
Ava
“We’ve got to make a delivery tonight with the Kings of Chaos,” Reaper says from beside me. He’s sitting up, leaning against the headboard.
I pull my hair over my shoulder as I keep braiding it, wondering whether I should talk to him about it. “Are you allowed to tell me what that means?”
“You can ask me anything. We grow and distribute marijuana.”
Relieved, I blink a few times. I can live with that. “Where do you grow it?”
“Further up the mountain, past the cabin.”
His honesty is always refreshing.
“Why do you need the other MC? Don’t you have enough men?”
“They have chapters around the country, so they are one of our biggest customers. Their MC provides additional protection until we unload, then they distribute it between themselves.”
Everything makes sense now.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“No!” He stares at me with a weird look on his face. “I’m staying here with you.”
I’m torn. I selfishly want him to stay, but he wants to go.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “We have done this many times before. The men will be fine without me.”
The dark circles under his eyes say otherwise.
